let's delay our misery
Yes, folks, it's time for that staple of staples: the hot springs meme! Your character is now joining someone else for a dip in the hot springs (or just passing by, if you're really dead sure they're not going to strap out of their spiky armor).
Is this the Bokaisen in Kugane? The natural springs in icy northern Twinpools? Some hidden, bubbly corner of Gyr Abania, maybe? Or familiar Camp Bronze Lake? You've got a lot of options! It can also just, you know, be nowhere in particular.
Why are they in the springs? Who knows! It's meme logic, my friends.
A note: this meme is intended as a gen meme, though if you'd like to play it as a variant of the matchmaking smut springs meme that's frequently posted on Bakerstreet, you're very welcome to do so!
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He has been losing clothes in threads-- got to staple them on now
Funny that I did not take you for someone who blithly tossed chances into the chaos blender-- colour me suitably surprised, Warrior of Light.
[ Was that a spot of an admiration in his voice.. one could likely not tell over the sound of the waters trickling down rock walls and into the stone pool ]
in before strip poker lol
[A very expansive shrug. He'd have a field day picking on some of the other reckless things she's done in the past if he knew, surely.]
Suit yourself, though. As you said, I've nothing you have never seen before, so I'm not sure what's so interesting about this. Unless you were hoping to get an adverse reaction?
Re: in before strip poker lol
Anything can be made interesting in but a mere shadow of a second--
[ though to be at the moment helpful, he conjures up another cup of tea which appears on the table beside Irhya, call it an effort, as funny and as trite as that isn how delightful, yhry can have a heart warming bonding moment ]
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Looks at him.
Looks at the tea again.]
Forgive me for being a touch hesitant about proffered drinks these days, but...
[Getting burned twice is enough for one lifetime, and one wasn't even her personally. Still... the logic holds; if he really wanted to off her right here and now, he probably wouldn't do it through a poisoned cup of tea and an exercise of trust.
Hopefully.
She heaves a sigh and takes it, sounding almost melodramatically strained.]
I guess.
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I promise, same tea that I am drinking-- summouned from some poor Garlean's household, they honestly thought they were about to make tea-- I suppose they shall just have to make another cup-- or two.
[ he seriously was not talking about some inter-dimensional thievery-- except he was, that was the sort of frivolous usage of power that had Lahabrea and Elidibus tsk'ing at him ]
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[And, depending who you ask, probably many other countless words for him in particular. She could level them all at him, though it's likely he wouldn't bat an eye.]
I have heard it said Solus zos Galvus was a patron of the theatre during his life, so I would think the theme is hardly unfamiliar to you. On the other hand, perhaps that's where all the sassy theatrics come from in the first place...
[A pointed sip, from behind which she shoots him a look that unfolds into a small, satisfied smile as she sets the porcelain down again. Talk about inviting the devil over for tea...]
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[ there was ill surpressed mirth in his eyes that comes at her declaration, as if she had revealed a great secret ]
Oh but you do know me-- and here I thought your knowledge of mine own was merely taken from that which your Scions had spoke in regards to--
Varis and Zenos might have wanted to reduce the ranks to savagery but he had not, after all learned and cultured men were the ones who held the reigns the longest ]
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[Guess one has to get imaginative with their godlike creation powers after a few hundred thousand years. At least it's just a harmless prank in this case, or she might have something more scathing to say. Probably.]
I had the privilege of speaking at length with Lexentale's theatre troupe aboard the Prima Vista when they docked in Kugane. They spoke quite highly of you in that regard, and were no less disdainful for the censorship that had taken place after the succession. Even before I knew much of you, it was... rather thought-provoking, to hear that sort of talk from the other side of the fence. How they seemed to think things were better before Varis took the reins...
[Which brings about a myriad of thoughts about rule through compassion versus rule through fear, and the advantages and disadvantages thereof... though perhaps manipulation of those strings can only take one so far when another person's opposing will is involved.
(Not to mention how unseating Gaius shortly beforehand ended up for the Domans and Ala Mhigans. That one was directly her fault, in retrospect.)
She is quick to drain her cup, and eventually leans her weight into the small table, pushing herself partway out of the water to allow her lower half to float.]
...That was really delicious tea, actually.
sorry this took so long! work got busy
There was perhaps a shadow of... fondness that crossed over his features at the mentioon of Bas Lexentale and his theatre troupe, the barest hint of something that almost looked human-like in nature ]
Varis cares naught for the arts and so it rather does not surprise me in the slightest that the people do not hold as much respect for him--
[ Emet-Selch then shrugged, a very showy gesture from someone who was in fact quite theatrical at times-- it was not a wonder that he appreciated the stage so much, and he had thought about it few times-- exactly what he would of been if he had been born as mortals were-- and of course the stage had come to mind more often than not. ]
A lamentable turn of events however tis not my concern now, the war of succession happenened once and it can very well happen again-- thus tearing Garlemald from the inside and outward seems to be a running theme with my sad sad progeny.
[ he watched Irhya floating there without a care in the world, and he thought that perhaps it was a good thing that for right now the Warrior of Light could unwind a little bit, after all he had rather imagined that it was a hard thing attempting to save not one but two worlds. He decided that perhaps he would let the usual antagonism slide and attempt sociability-- though still, he would decidedly not get into the waters ]
In northern Othard, the only crop that has ever grown well is Potatoes and Tea, though the tea is hardy stuff. All the garleans drink the tea because it is a reminder of what they once had before-- Perhaps not as flavor as Doman standards, and I've always taken mine with a drizzle of honey, but it holds the very traditions of Garlemald within it, and dare I say, history as well.
oh no worries!
[Because Varis has an heir with a direct claim to the throne, and one who is absolutely no one's idea of a fair and beloved ruler. And though it's hard to say for sure, knowing Zenos, he might just take it.
...Yikes. She scoffs into her forearms.]
Hah. You know, if you'd asked me a bell or two earlier if I was up for having a friendly talk about history and sociology with an Ascian, in the women's bath, I might've told you to sod off. But... this isn't bad. It's possible we won't get another chance after this, anyway.
[She pauses mid-sentiment there, her lips thinning as she searches for the words she wants. "Not hating him" is not liking him by strict necessity, and it's sort of a stretch to say that's the case. But there is an element of something she can't quite identify lingering in her mind, a gut feeling that says this is not the beginnings of a cruel attempt to worm his way into her good graces for future manipulation.
Perhaps the adoration of Solus that the people of Garlemald held was sincere based upon what truths he deigned to share with them, after all.]
And for what it's worth, I don't hate you.
Re: oh no worries!
Well to be perfectly fair, I find you the least troublesome out of all your traveling companions--
[ damning with faint praise, that was something that was quite up his alley and he was rather adept at it, along with the rules of verbal engagement. In all honesty though it was not quite a damn, more like a praise with faint damn-- though if he was damning the Scions or himself, one could be entirely sure what with all the verbal rigamarole ]
Also, the woman's bath does not truly look any different from the men's bath-- though honestly, it likely smells better..
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I don't know about that... you'd be surprised how gross some women can be.
[At the very least, the water here isn't scented like she's seen them do in Kugane. She's grinning like she finds it funny, though.]
Hell, I'll take the compliment, I suppose. I know they all have varying degrees of disdain for you, but... I don't think they've thought at such length about the people they end up having me put to the sword, either.
[The fact she even has a chunk of white auracite in her possession is proof enough they want the same here, too. And it's understandable when the result is the destruction of multiple worlds and the deaths of all those upon them, which is one she cannot agree with.
The Garleans she's put down had lives and loved ones, broken and warped though they may have been. The Heavens' Ward, too, and they were all tempered to boot. Even people like Yotsuyu had reasons for what they did, and she still ended up being a complex case. And Lahabrea...
Gods, if only she'd known of it all back then. He'd been through the same lonely, endless stretch of time as Emet-Selch, despite having shown so little of the toll it must have taken on him. His fervor was always so heavy-handed with how comically villainous it made him sound, and he became an easy target to loathe because of it, but...
She threads wet fingers into her hair, scrubbing the thought from her mind.]
Even so, I don't do what I'm told so much as I try to come to my own conclusions. And if that conclusion leads me to connecting a little with someone I'm supposed to hate, then that's my own damned problem, and I'll deal with the consequences of it when I get to them.
[Besides, there's just no nice way to say "since I'm going to have to attempt in earnest to kill you at some point to stop the Rejoining and all."]
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[ Oh he knew quite well how utterly distasteful some of the people could be, and in all essence, Vauthry was the first thing that came to mind. He was absolutely positive that there was a stench there that he did not want to dwell over much on. Best not to, he'd just politely take out his handkerchief and press it to his nose if he came in contact with Vauthry for any extended period ]
Choice-- that is what all humanity is given. They are capable of the greatest and most transcendent art, the most powerfully moving music, the most stirring emotions-- but they are also capable of the lowest of vices; jealousy-- lust, a thirst for power. You give a single choice but two different paths, and they will do what resonates with them.
[ he watched Irhya with those golden eyes, and there was a strange bit of truth hidden in them-- eyes were the windows to the soul and his eyes never truly hid anything though more often then not it was the casual mask of disain and perpetual ennui -- ocassionally one would get a glimpse of what was the truth in all of the mirrors ]
You would only be adhereing to your own truth, and I cannot fault you in that.
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[She lifts her head up for the first time in a while to smile at him, tucking her elbows under her. If she were an actual cat, it'd no doubt be a form of loafing.]
You're sure you don't wanna try getting in before I get out?
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[ he snapped his finger though, but nothing happened so much as the mugs, emptied of tea, disappeared back to where they had come-- yet one of many frivolous uses of power that he displayed on a daily basis and what made the other Ascians what one would call 'frowny face' at him, especially Elidibus who pretty much disapproved of everything that Emet considered to be amusing ]
Oh, I think not, perhaps next time--
[ if there was a next time, it was doubtful as Irhya had stated verbally; but well he wasn't saying an outright no to eventualities, just in this moment-- he was entirely too comfortable, and he was also a firm believer in the term 'whoever had the most clothes on held all the power' in the exchange, make of that what you will ]
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[Which means she'll have to make a point of shoehorning something equally ridiculous into her agenda, of course. There is a towel sitting neatly folded on a rock nearby; she stands up and reaches for it, draping it over her shoulders.]
You never know. I take spare moments where I can get them. Mayhap I should remember to invite you for the next one?
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Of course listening to Thancred speak, could also do that as well-- well good that the Scion didn't know that, else he'd probably speak a lot more; some things needed to remain a secret irregardless ]
Then I look forward to next time we may converse again--
[ and somehow; he actually meant that-- with no shadows of sarcasm dripping from his voice per usual ]